Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moby Grape to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Pagans,
Marc Almond,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
Sex Pistols,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
The Motions,
Negative Approach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
PIL,
The Cowsills,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Talk Talk,
The Seeds,
Make Up,
Mars,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Harmonia,
Organ,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.